Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.

Making art in America is about saving one's soul.

If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.

There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

The religion of the short poem, in every age and in every literature, has a single commandment: Less is always more. The short poem rejects preamble and summary. It's about all and everything, the metaphysics of a few words surrounded by much silence. …The short poem is a match flaring up in a dark universe.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck